In dancing, as experienced by my eyes,
I see figures of beauty and of grace,
in steps, choreographed or improvised,
moving rhythmically through space;
but, as I see others, I become aware
that others may set eyes on me as well,
another circumstance, altogether,
as they see a homely man without hair,
not an Arthur Murray clientele,
and much heavier than a feather.
Yet, by replacing sight with other senses,
I find it was my eyes that did impede,
with self-conscious, self-constructed fences,
but now, my joyous spirit has been freed,
and I can connect, engage, and hear,
as my body, merges with the sound
of the rhythm and the melody,
and my feet, my heart, my soul, my ear,
lose themselves as I twirl madly round -
thankful that I can no longer see.
Gravity rules all bodies of mass
An attraction where size does matter.
It’s a relative kind of thing
Balanced by the inertia
And entropy of everything
Falling away and apart.
So Earth orbits Sun
And likewise Moon, Earth
Because the pulling of one
And the flying away of the other
Makes an elliptical arc
Forces cancelled in compromise.
But what is it that rules gravity?
What is it that holds the dark matter of space together?
What is it that transcends matter altogether?
What is it that creates
When there is nothing to work with?
Within the void
Imagination was born.
Within the void
Anything was possible.
First there was light, then word, then life
But is it the Void Which Binds
That binds them all.
A void, within us and without us
A space for things to grow
A space we most simply know
As love,
Filled with that, of course, but also
Lions and tigers and bears
And pugs.
(8/27/26)
Hear the breaking of a heart,
In love with us the very start,
To reconcile, never again to part,
Altogether Lovely.
Reaching through the realms of time,
Healing the sick, lame, deaf, and blind.
Freeing imprisoned, captured minds,
Altogether Lovely.
To even raise up from the dead,
those in tombs and from death beds.
Born to be slain, death for life in our stead,
Altogether Lovely
Hearing the plea of my Savior’s heart,
In love with me from the very start.
For a love beyond time, never to part,
Altogether Lovely.
For He is Love, such Love Divine,
His child, I am His, and He is mine,
As much is yours, as He is mine,
Altogether Lovely.
670.
The 5th Period of the Independent Era of Philippine History:
The 3 Congregations
At the time of the great convergence of regions into 1 strong nation
And the great coalescence of nations into 1 powerful region
A histrionic assembly of great religions takes place
A dramatic gathering never before in the history of human race
The Religions of Abraham
Judaism, Christianity, Islam
Altogether sing a song of glory
To the One God Almighty
The Religions of India
Those of Guru Nanak, Mahavira & Krishna
Altogether sing a song of glory
To the One God Almighty
The Religions of Caodaism
Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism
Altogether sing a song of glory
To the One God Almighty
This is the 5th Period of the Independent Era – The 3 Congregations
They come together with Baha'is & other 1 God religions
This is the Divine Coalition that fosters harmonious unity
God shows in the Philippines that He is the One God of humanity.
-05/31/2019
*Periods on the Eras of the Philippine History
The first fulguration stooped to kiss a shard,
Not the thunderhead that boasted of its flame;
A broken bottle in an orchard yard
Held one white filament no night could claim.
The beech unlocked a thousand argent leaves;
Each fern leaned nearer, listening through the rain.
A kestrel loosed the wind from both its wings;
The granite seemed to soften in the plain.
Then lightning missed the heavens altogether.
It entered quartz, wet lichen, antler, thorn;
The river halted underneath its weather,
While moss recalled a coastline never born.
An oak drew brightness downward through its roots.
The fox stood still beneath a hawthorn's breath.
One acorn opened, showing not its fruit,
But rings of summers harvested from death.
When morning searched the hills, the sky was gone.
The birds flew lower, as though nothing changed.
Only the broken glass kept filling with the dawn—
Until the sun looked in, and turned away.
Ever have a song
Stuck in your head,
Saying you have thirst
For sound koolaid?
Koolaid, you know,
The stuff that controls
The body metronome,
Whether moving the mind
Faster…or stopping it altogether.
Fans become cultists.
Do you have Bad Blood?
Are you Never Gonna
Not Dance Again?
Do you imagine tacos,
Magical tacos, falling out of the sky?
At concerts, do brain waves
Become one wave,
While the masses belt it out,
Swaying lighters to and fro,
Predicting the beat,
Or repeat
What words have caught hold
Over you
And taken the moths,
Flying out of leather folded homes en masse,
Flapping wing beat to song.
A plague is afoot and hive brain has won.
Is that dope, or dopamine,
Helping me work, work out, love life, escape life,
Or take in a better or more macabre scene.
Money has a delightful scent, one with the power to smother the stench of misery before death comes to extinguish its power altogether.
To be poor is an unbearable nightmare when one knows exactly what it would take to escape the humiliations of overcrowded living and deprivation.
Truth prostitutes itself on the crumbling sidewalks of falsehood whenever money sheds its impurities.
Money brings happiness; only the rich, showering beneath the fountains of opulence, claim otherwise.
I know what it is like to rummage through the trash bins of precarity in order to survive the violence of a nightmarish daily existence.
To remain dignified in a reality chained to perpetual lack is a penance that resembles the calamities of hell.
Where Do You See Yourself In 5 to 10 Years
Kevin Davis 2025
Today began as what I’d call a good day— A springtime morning, bright and full of play. I basked in sunlight, letting my mind drift To younger years, when life was more a shift.
I thought of all the weight those decades bore— Family and career, and countless duties more. But time moved on, and burdens found their end, Leaving family as my truest, closest friend.
In work, I hired many through the years, Gave worthy hands a chance to climb the tiers. And interviews would circle back again: “Where do you see yourself in five or ten?”
So now today, I ask myself anew: What lies ahead, and what do I pursue? No longer bound by ambition’s tight tether, I seek a gentler vision altogether.
Perhaps I’ll tend the bonds I’ve slowly grown, Or wander down new paths I’ve never known. I’ll balance joy with rest in equal measure, Where purpose glows and life becomes a treasure.
So where will I be in five or ten years? Living life fully, unburdened by fears.
They remember me?
Do they..?
I tried to talk, to do everything
I always listened, did
Either way ,got forgotten
lose my spark
my voice to speak
it faded
how insecure i became
Once the popular, now the insecure
Am I the last choice?
the last option,
Always.
Is it my fault?
I become introverted, at what cost?
From this so called "experiment" they did on us...lockdown made me feel unreal, like i dont matter
Be honest , if i disappeared would there be at least 15 people out there looking?
Haha, how "funny"
Which reminds me ,how funny can one be to lose it spark
altogether
For who knows what I want to speak.
Who knows what's in my "heart"?
Even I don't.
How will they..?
Truly funny.
I look at you, you look at me.
Are you what I could be,
If all my life I was set free?
Not altogether, you were lost.
It made me stronger, but at what cost?
I lost you in pieces here and there,
In winter frost, in summer glare,
In autumn fall, and spring clear.
I lost you in every season of every year,
Bit by bit, until you eventually disappear.
Little by little, another person was shaped.
Little by little, the old person was scraped.
The shell of a new person around was draped.
And when the shell was blown away,
Your real reflection there still lay.
No arguments would make it untrue.
By losing you, I was losing me too,
Because you were me and I was you.
All together gracious falling to the ground
Swooping looping and turning around
You see them in Spring Summer and Fall
Once they were small but that's not all
Under the sun they grow into leaves
All to quickly then they fall it seems
Renewed once again without doing a thing
Entering the scene with the dawn of a new spring
Beautiful depiction the true message is near
Ever pointing to the new leaf's color, it is clear
Altogether green signifying new life
Until they fall swooping looping into after life
Together graciously falling to the ground
It's clear that there is something depicted here
Find the meaning in the color for it to appear
Until then all of this is repeating once again
Life's beautiful message hidden with this pen
My little sister and I just never seemed to catch up to the rest of the family. When we had just entered our most impressionable years, we were plucked up from the beloved town of Wakenda and plopped down in another story altogether. So, we would sit around and listen to all the stories, jokes, and folklore about the old town like it was a shrine or something. Shortly after we left, the entire town was wiped out in a flood, so we couldn’t even go back and try to recover what we had missed. Take every opportunity to create lasting memories with your family and friends. You’ll never know when you might lose the chance.
good memories
bind us together
make all you can
The sky is cloudless on this winter day
and as warm as a mellow springtime wish,
the snow on the mountain is melting they say,
and summer may be dry as skin itch.
Nature’s benediction is feast or foe,
if it’s not gentle misting its torrents
raging in flash flooding show,
without any quiescent sonorants.
Drought when it comes will kill all the flowers,
grain will lie down in the fields and die,
babies will cry and parents lose powers
to feed their young as we beseech the ally…
and implore the fair goddess of weather;
please let it rain on us now altogether.
Cuddling clouds caring current,
Lightening loving lustful length...
Depression dares during day
But bed builds boldly;
Altogether at alarming arms,
Relieving rest- roaring raw...
Strengthening strong sacred silence:
Peeping possible puzzling potency.
The UFO’s were here, you know
Too many unsolved reports to deny
The aliens have been watching us for a while
stealing our secrets on the sly
The US Air Force seems to be cooperating
with a colony of workers on the moon
Hidden away where no visitor will see --
The government slays any informee
Those few living who were taken there
altogether too scared
to spill the beans at the Pentagon, where
those who know cower ~ denying the people's will
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